"Been fixing the bridge. Forgot to put the planks back in place," he
muttered.
"Isn't it rather strange that so important a thing should have been
forgotten, Mr. Grubb?" questioned the guardian significantly.
"I swum! I swum!" repeated Janus, running reflective fingers through
his beard.
"You haven't thwum yet, but if you thtep into that hole you will have
the pleathure of thwimming," warned Tommy, for the guide had been
edging closer and closer to the opening in the bridge floor. He drew
back a step.
The driver had recovered sufficiently to note the distressing condition
of his horses. Now he limped toward them. "They're goners!" he
groaned.
"I don't believe it," answered Jane shortly. "They will be, if you
don't do something. Why don't you get them out?"
"How can I?" moaned the poor fellow.
Jane started to speak, but a loud "Hoo-e-e-e" from the far end of the
bridge caused her to pause. The call was repeated. Then they heard
Harriet running toward them.
"Look out for holes in the floor!" yelled Crazy Jane. "You can't tell
anything about this perforated old bridge.
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